Poems from Freedove
Sun beats down on me
My heart wavers up and down
The heat seems endless
A few steps forward is hard
Your kind hand is out of reach
Teachers staring hard,So students get on guard.What is forced stress,But a meaningless mess?To learn is a one-sided card.
How she tells me she is honest,I can only nod, uneasy inside.She let me say what was on my mind,And, listening back, I became fonder.My...